Dancing in the moonlight

Tralala. I went to my grandmom's brother today with my grandma. We drove our identical bicycles there and everyone was so jealous. Lasse is like 90 years old and he drove a car last year, still. Now he is not doing well, although he is still very sharp and witty. He gets tired very easily and can't hear that well. I was supposed to go to Tuovi's house to have a Kummeli-marathon (a Finnish comedy show that we both love) but I think I just ditched her. I am like this. I complain how nobody ever wants to do anything with me, and when people do, I don't feel like doing anything. I just hung out with Tuovi last night. We first went for coffee where we realized how much we have lost for not getting drunk every Friday/Saturday/Sunday when we were pre-teenagers. How many great experiences there were to explore and how we just let it slip through our fingers like dry sand. Everyone knows it's much cooler to get drunk secretly with your friends, so your parents don't know, when you are not legal yet, rather than going to the clubs and bars when you are an adult. We felt ashamed of our selves, so we decided to catch up the other teens. Tuovi got one bottle of cider that tasted like pear cider, even though it supposed to have also apple and orange in it. Then Tuovi drove me home, where I got on my bicycle and together we drove to a nearby school and it was SO COOL. It was like middle of the forrest and hardly cars drove by. We sat on the swings and drank cider from plastic cups. We ate two buns, too, we don't know if that is what you are supposed to do. Maybe 12-year olds prefer just liquor.

After two sips of cider we got like so totally wasted. We tried to be loud and obnoxious, but there was absolutely NO-ONE to torment! One squerrel ran by and that was it. So we tried to think what drunken teen-agers do if they are trapped in a forrest with no people to irritate. We started call people and tell them what kind condition we were in. Ellu was suspicious and didn't want to drive ten minutes just to get us some more booze. We tried to be obnoxious, but she heard us clearly, although we tried to sound extremely drunk. Sanna called me just when we were about to call Jouni, Tuovi's faggy school-pal from Kouvola. I told her that I was obscenely drunk and I was about to puke. "Stop pretending" she answered and I tried to make noices that sounded like throwing up. Sanna told me facts about Sunday's Ankkarock, and what time she was going to be there. She was getting ready to see Juliette Lewis and The Licks. "I can't believe I am going to see an artist who had sex with Brad Pitt!" I told her it basically meant she was about to do Brad Pitt also and she agreed. Today she and Mikael are going to see Alice Cooper. Poor me who's not going. After the phone-call we releazid how darn cold it was, so we just hopped on our bicycles and drove home and decided to play drunken teenagers some other time with more clothes on.

I am very excited about Ankkarock! Tomorrow my grandma's also having some BBQ-kind of thing, but I really can't attend. Maybe for a short while. I have been boogin' myself to the "Tequila"-song, I wish I had the kind of platforms that Pee-Wee Herman had in the movie. I have lost three kilos from the time I got here. Under one month, woo-hoo! It is about five pounds, by the way. Ewww, I just swolled a piece of gum. It is nasty. My mom came from cleaning some house they are about to sell. I should call Tuovi and least tell I'm not in a mood for marathon. Do the right thing, old man. Gotta go.

Cider = Siideri